Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Cameroon and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Major Organ And The Adding Machine record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Sherman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Brass Construction,
Circle Jerks,
Bob Dylan,
Technova,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris & Cosey,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Zeros,
Pulsallama,
Gregory Isaacs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Marcia Griffiths,
FM Einheit,
Lungfish,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Altered Images,
Kayak,
Tomorrow,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Human League,
Urselle,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Youth Brigade,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Roy Ayers,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Avey Tare,
Fear,
Erasure,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Grauzone,
This Heat,
The Searchers,
Delta 5,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Spandau Ballet,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Slits,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Joensuu 1685,
Dark Day,
Danielle Patucci,
The Litter,
E-Dancer,
Grey Daturas,
Parry Music,
Radio Birdman,
Piero Umiliani,
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.